From My Heart To You
Have you been there
when a
grown man cries?
Watch him wipe the tears
from his eyes
The anguish written upon
his face,
As the memories he tries to
erase.
The pain he tries so hard to
hide,
When he remembers those
who
fought and died.
The anger he feels deep
in his soul,
When he hears one say, "No, I
won't go."
To fight for the freedoms we all
enjoy.
To preserve the liberties we all
employ.
Recalling the names
of those
who bled,
Those that suffered, those now
dead.
He hears the cries of those against
war,
And wonders what it was all for.
When
gratitude is not realized,
That's what
makes a grown man cry.
Another beautiful
poem by ~ Bonnie Lee Tatum
This poem is
copyrighted. If you
would like to purchase
one of
Bonnie's poem books send her a mail
at
BTatum263@aol.com
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